Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.